C.D. Reiss Quotes

Yes. And Paula's a bitch," I said without preamble. "You mean Miss Mint Julep Ladygirl Fiddle-dee-dee? Yeah. Screw her.

... the only way to do that was to make the trouble she was causing seem unimportant. It was a good strategy, and I was failing at it.

I want to be your last. I want to ruin you for other men.

This sounds to me like you're telling me no ... For the sake of clarity, goddess, when it comes to me, that's not in your vocabulary. I don't hear it.

I didn't like jewelry that much anyway

Oh, fucking fuckery,

I'd been dominant because I knew myself, and in knowing myself, I had the confidence to bind and hit and hurt, because I'd know when to stop.

You're in for a treat, sweetheart. Us southern boys eat pussy like pie. And I like pie." Yes.

I'm not in the mood to die.

Empty your heart, my kitten. Empty your mind. Open your eyes. Who do you see?

I want to fuck you on every base and eat you out in centerfield. I want to play every game with your pussy on me.

I wanted to earn his trust behind his back.

Old habits died hard, but they died.

I said her name as if I was entering another place, another state where words were warmer, and the things I felt didn't have to be locked away.

Our relationship was too serious to forget and move on, and too casual to get upset over him fucking his ...

I'll break you with my love and put you back together.

I didn't know what we were saying to each other. We were just battering rams of hurt and betrayal.

I ripped a tissue out of the box as if it had personally offended me, which it did. Fucking tissue.

Because I'm human. It's human to care." "But it's not your job.

Tell them who she was? That she made me laugh when I was sad? That she loved her dogs?

What did I ever do to deserve you?" I asked. "You let me love you." "Is that all?" "Yes.

There were too many fires to put out. Too many pieces to move across the chessboard.

My darkest desires were for an inaccessible normality.

I couldn't fail. That wasn't allowed.

They were an unworthy means to a worthy end.

She couldn't get that the fucking itself wasn't degrading. The intentional degradation was degrading. And hot.

Baby," I said, smiling until I felt my face might snap in two, "I'm a sure thing tonight.

I don't talk like that about men because I prefer celibacy to bullshit.

Don't put me in a position where I have to defend myself against this again.

Even in love you need pain

It's wrong to want to protect you? To keep you above my shit? A goddess?

The truth is that I love you. The rest is unnecessary complication.

I was going to break from the inside out if he didn't bend me into nameless shapes

realized she was as much of an addict as I was, and refinement was her drug of choice.

Sorry. I'm too much man for half a woman.

My right didn't come from a board of ethics. It came from God.

That's not a reason to give your life to God.

Without you, this part of myself that's open now isn't an opportunity. It's an open wound. Every time you shut down, it bleeds.

You dress for the world, but under that, you dress for me. I own your softest places, and what touches them is mine.

I trust you to do what's right. But it might not be the right thing." "It's the right thing.

I knew this city like a lover, and she'd whisper her secrets to me.

I needed to love you more than I wanted to dominate you. Don't doubt for a second that I chose to love you.

That was pretty hot." She snapped her little light down. "Next time, get a room, okay?

Ah, hell to the no, woman,

When you get divorced, you don't just give up the person, you give up all the dreams you had with that person.

I love you Contessa, Your madness is silent and your sanity makes a racket. Now is the time for madness.

How could I go back to earth, having kissed heaven?

She was worth running for. Worth every loss in my life. Worth stepping outside the law. Worth living, dying, and everything in between.

My lips on your body trace the story of my love.

He looked as if he wanted to tear me open and crawl inside me. And I wanted him to. Fuck me. Fuck my identity. Fuck my own skin and soul.

The only thing that made me second-guess confinement to the island was pussy.

Today, you are the goddess my universe revolves around.

Sex was my superpower, and I knew when a man wanted me.

Of course, no rocks in Los Angeles. You had to buy fucking rocks. Sick place, this, where you couldn't find a rock to break a window.

I didn't know how to exist inside my own contradictions.

Anger is a form of depression,

Amateur comes from the Latin agent amatus. To love. Never worry about love. Love delivers. It's the incompetent professionals that'll screw you.

He loves me recklessly, to the missuse of everything else in his life.

Are you coming?" Aunt Bette said from the other side of the door. "No, I - " Already came. I stopped myself mid-sentence before I blurted it out.

She was lovely. I just wanted to enjoy her without responsibility, but that wasn't why she was here. She'd come here to submit to me. I had a job.

But I'd changed, and I didn't see what I wanted to see. I saw what was always there.

She'd missed the entire point and hit the bullseye.

I owned him. I made this beautiful man gasp in my ear. His pleasure was mine, and my pain was his.

God, that piece of meat between his legs was a beautiful sight.

His eyes were dirty thoughts, and his lips curved into a breach of etiquette.

Oh God, yes, you little fucking whore. Take it all.

But if she loved me through it, couldn't someone else? Couldn't someone else keep a secret or ten?

There was nothing more offensive than a man blessed with looks where he should have been given courtesy.

I'd been the perfect example of ignorance. I didn't know what made them love each other because I didn't understand love.

I'll understand you, kitten. You and I, we're going to speak without speaking.

I'm a fucker. It's what I do

I am afraid I won't have you, and I'm afraid I will.

Unfair. I was fighting with some core, self-fulfilling loneliness that made me push people away.

You'd be a part of my life. My world. You'd get hard and cunning to survive, or you'd stay gentle and die.

What we have isn't something we made. It's something that existed before we even met.

We playing? Or am I just throwing you down and fucking you?

She was a good person," I said. "One of the best.

We'll do the sensual shit another time,

Had I been scared that whole time? Had I held myself back from doing things because I was afraid?

He'd woken me from a dreamless sleep, and I couldn't roll over and close my eyes, because in my wakefulness, I'd started dreaming.

Nothing. You need nothing. I provide you with what you need, and what I don't provide, you don't need. Think of it as a vacation from adulthood.

Bend over the sink. I'm going to show you who owns what around here.

Zero is my spot in this world. And it's so appropriate to be nothing, and not all in a negative way, either. I like being nothing.

You make people think of you for a living. You remind them you exist.

All my lies are white

He was from upstate New York. Albany or something. A small city so buried in snow it looked flat white in satellite pictures for a third of the year.

Good-bye. I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't be sorry." He stood straight, his chin proud and his shoulders relaxed. "This isn't over.

Hold on there, sheila.

I was telling him I didn't want to fuck him, even though I did.

Breathe!
It was a command. And order, and I pulled in a breath before he shoved himself back in, invading me, breaking me ...

Too much slap, not enough tickle.

How straight you are for the world, and how you bend and cry for me. I want to go so deep in you we have the same thoughts.

If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all.

Jonathan?" "Monica." "One day this will stop working." "But not today.

I don't know what this will make you think of me," I said.
"That any man who's with you better pay attention, or they'll find you gone.

It was how she attacked everything. If she didn't finish before she got bored, she didn't finish.

What if you die from loving me?"
"What if I die from not loving you?

Just fuck me. Use me. I'll be your horny slut. Your fuckdoll whore.

You smell like baby powder." "And you smell like you want to piss me off.

A man puts on clothes for the place and occasion. A woman dresses to make a point. When